There is no morality, no pity here, only the most primal violence and the most direct catharsis.
The burly man reveled in the thrill of being the center of attention, raising his blood-stained hands to show off his spoils to the spectators in the stands.
Just then, a figure descended from the sky without warning.
The figure landed lightly in the center of the arena, dressed in pristine white, a stark contrast to the filthy land soaked in blood.
The commotion in the venue abruptly ceased.
Tens of thousands of eyes, like searchlights, were focused on the suddenly appearing boy.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
The burly man, who had just been basking in the joy of victory, was also stunned.
He stared at the incredibly handsome young man before him, whose pure and untainted air seemed to have never been touched by a speck of dust, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.
"Where...where did this come from?"
How did he get in?
After a brief silence, the stands erupted in even more intense laughter and mockery than before.
"Hahaha! Look, whose young master has gotten lost?"
"My goodness, this delicate-skinned, tender meat, is it a treat for us?"
A degenerate, licking his lips, shouted.
"Pretty boy! Go home and suckle your mother! This is not a place for you!"
"Look at his clean clothes, I bet a hundred Bloody Marys he's never even killed a chicken!"
"Hey! Little beauty, dance for us old men, maybe it'll make your death a little easier!"
All sorts of vulgar and obscene language surged towards Ning Liu in the arena like a tidal wave.
Clearly, in the eyes of this group of degenerates who revel in bloodshed and brutality, Ning Liu's appearance was like a lamb wandering into a pack of wolves—so laughable and so presumptuous.
The burly man in the arena also came to his senses. He grinned maliciously, threw away the corpse in his hand, pointed at Ning Liu with his blood-stained finger, and roared in a rough voice:
"Kid! No matter how you got in here, now kneel down and lick the blood off my feet! Otherwise, I'll tear your bones off one by one!"
Bibi Dong and her entourage stood quietly on a private viewing platform on the upper level.
Xu Jiushi curled his lip: "These damned bastards."
Titan clenched his fists, a flash of anger in his eyes.
In the arena, facing the deafening jeers and the threat of the burly man at his feet, Ning Liu didn't even lift an eyelid.
He simply raised his hand slowly and dusted off a non-existent speck of dust from the corner of his clothes.
Then, he finally spoke.
"Next match, begin."
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